I liked the way...

I liked the way you showed me
baby bears in the magazine yesterday.
A nice touch.

I liked the way you stood there
naked this morning at 4.30a.m
and told me that you didn't want to leave.

I liked the way you left me
curled up naked in your bed,
dreaming of you, your scent on the covers.

I'm wondering what you're doing now
in Belgium?
Are you having moule-frites?
and thinking of me
and wanting to come home again?

Are you thinking about the UK office
and what's going on there?
Are you dreaming of our future together?
- what are we doing in the blissful togetherness of your dreams?